I haven't the patience to be thinking softly,clenching the handle bar with too much strength.The hold i have on my dreams was ripped suddenly,my hands left empty, while my life continues forward.Unable to steer,unable to protest,I had the choice to abruptly get off my bike,watch it crash into the next obstacle. Leaving me alone with no sense of movement.Or i could ride along at the edge of my seat,my arms free but my legs still working.Eventually I'll get to an end.Is it worth the hard work?Am i racing to end up where I don't want to be?Am i struggling to catch my breath when it will always be ahead?Unable to steer,unable to protest,I don't have anyone to hold.My arms are as empty as my thoughts wish to be.I'm speeding down a hill.There is no use in brakes.Even if I stop,I'm still going down.